What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Afraid of the Dark

The New Girl

He made us breakfast, you would think that his physcotic mind wouldn't think to be so kind as to make us food, but he did. He made toast and bacon, he also said good morning to us as if we were part of a family. He told us he would be back later, that he had "errands" to run. He set our food down and closed the door leaving us to stare in amazement at the slices of bacon and bread lying on the two plates on the desk. "Do you think he put anything in the food?" Chelsey asks moving closer to the food. "I don't think so, he probably thinks that just the shot is enough," I say going to sit in front of the desk and sniffing the toast for any thing that smelled strange. Chelsey took a small bite out of her bacon, she gave me a thumbs up as she chewed confirming it was just normal bacon. I realized just how hungry I was since we hadn't even been able to eat our pizza. I tore into the bacon and toast, finishing both in under 5 minutes, Chelsey was the same. We left our plates on the table and sat back down in our beanbags. "I guess we can watch TV?" I suggest to Chelsey. There wasn't anything else to do, so we took a chance at turning on the TV and watching the news. Our vision hadn't changed the appearance of the screen much, it just warped what the people looked like. We watched all the news for today, what the weather was going to be like, election ratings for our new president, and the local buzz about what scientists think winter will be like. We heard the front door open and slam, then we heard big, heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. Our door was flung open and the man tossed a girl into the room. She was about my age with curly blond hair put up in a messy bun. She was wearing short-shorts with a tank-top, "Here's a new friend for you girls to play with, make sure to make her feel at home while I prepare some games for us to play," the man said proudly, walking out and closing the door again. She was still unconscientious after whatever he'd done to her, so we carefully picked her up and laid her on the bed that was in the room. We watched over her while she laid there, unmoving for a half-hour. Finally, her eyes opened and she  freaked out, she bolted upright and she started yelling and asking where she was and what happened. " Calm down, you're at my house, that guy that brought you here he is called The Scarecrow, that's what we call him anyways, I guess he just randomly brought you here so we had someone to talk to or something, he cut us and altered our vision so everything is scary, don't worry he shouldn't hurt any of us as long as we behave and do what he says," I explain to the girl who was staring at us with a horrified expression. "he sounds like he is messed up in the head, I mean I was a little suspicious of him because he was wearing a mask, although I didn't see it, by the way my name is  Olivia," the girl said. "Wait! Is he gonna give me the vision altering shot?! Is he going to cut me?!" Olivia asks her voice starting to sound worried.